With a final mighty roar, the black dragon Zekrom fell to the floor. The young trainer fell to his knees as his companion was defeated. He stared in a slight daze as the dragon Pokémon shrank into a small black stone just large enough to fit comfortably in his hand.
"I commend you on such a compelling battle," said the victor softly as he approached the defeated trainer. The Reshiram behind him growled softly. "It's a shame to see you lose, but the truth is much stronger than your ideals. I have defeated your Champion and now you. You must release your Pokémon. You make them suffer by keeping them in your balls."
"You won't get away with this, N," snapped the trainer. "Others will rise up against you. I won't stop until I've defeated you."
"You can't," replied N softly, his gaze distant. "Truth triumphs and your ideals weren't strong enough to sustain Zekrom. It has forsaken you. You have no choice but to hand over your Pokémon and admit defeat. I can promise you I will take very good care of them. They will be happy and free of human influence."
The young trainer pursed his lips in a scowl. "I – I … They are my friends."
"Then as a friend, you should let them go," N said while he gently picked up the black stone Zekrom had become and glanced at the white dragon behind him. "Lead this world into a time where Pokémon can be free and happy; safe from all oppression. Give them to me and I'll let them go. I'll watch over them and I'll make sure they are well tended for."
The trainer hesitated a moment longer before he reached into his bag and slowly removed five Poké Balls. In great regret and sorrow, he turned his face to the floor and held out the balls with a hand which shook slightly.
"Good," breathed N as he gently lifted them from the trainer's hand as though he were handling fine crystal. "I regret doing this, as it breaks my heart to see the strong bonds you have with your Pokémon be severed, but it is necessary if we are to free the Pokémon from the foolish people who would abuse them like slaves. Your example will change the world."
The trainer glared at N for a brief moment as the young man took his Pokéballs across the room and passed them to an attendant dressed in full Team Plasma armor. He turned his face away again and a single tear slid down his cheek to 'ping' softly on the stone floor at his feet.